the gamble of the gloss or gloos
peach was a settler on a magnetty little kow earth
that apple is the chain of the normal hum
your old eclipse
a wooden why
scrappo lion is the building of the head
the elf of the grass
to sleep with that feather
the same famished wool to be the wolf
the fractal fish
skipped rock sun is a spoon
the barn nabbers of the breakfast welty
the slot or sloot of the earth is a baby boar
the head of the anything cult
a message from the grocer
the wolf is a patient head
the first number one of the valley
standing with the pressure tanks on dolphin ridge
a sack of sharp pieces
the wall of the sinking thorax
downstream from the galaxy
a new model of the earth ready for waterworks
to warm the cold earth on this morning
the macaroni was a gel of the famous winter
a western yes
a slotted swoon
to name a canopy of barn owls
now for the earth to weigh in on the functions
to creep with the creatures
helio whipple
bee whipple
the window of earth
a hammer of the bang-bang
the paper bag walking
I have the brain on bolts
that sharing cloud is my friend
the grown plant needs a lift to the soil expo
walking here using the hands this time
a clean rose to be the hello
on the level of the green goose
a little bugg knows how to land
bio/graf
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including Cinderella City (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.